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           "Youwanttowhat?"Doryaskedagain."Rachel...you’reupset...anight’ssleep..."

           Rachelonlyshookherhead.Shecouldnotexplaintohermotherwhyshehadtogoback.Thefeelinghadriseninherthewayawindrisesanearlystirringofthegrasses,hardlynoticed;thentheairbeginstomovefasterandharder,andthereisnocalmleft;thenthegustsbecomehardenoughtomakeeeriescreamingnoisesaroundtheeaves;thentheyareshakingthehouseandyourealizethatthisissomethinglikeahurricaneandifthewindgetsmuchhigher,thingsaregoingtofalldown.

           Itwassixo’clockinChicago.InBangor,Louiswasjustsittingdowntohisbig,tastelessmeal.RachelandElliehaddonenomorethanpickattheirdinners.Rachelkeptraisinghereyesfromherplatetofindherdaughter’sdarkglanceuponher,askingherwhatshewasgoingtodoaboutwhatevertroubleDaddywasin,askingherwhatshewasgoingtodo.

           Shewaitedforthetelephonetoring,forJudtocallandtellherthatLouishadcomehome,andonceitdidringshejumped,andElliealmostspilledherglassofmilkbutitwasonlyaladyfromDory’sbridgeclub,wantingtoknowifshehadgottenhomeallright.

           TheywerehavingtheircoffeewhenRachelhadabruptlytosseddownhernapkinandsaid,"Daddy...Mom...I’msorry,butIhavetogohome.IfIcangetaplane,I’mgoingtonight.

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